Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin
In a spot near where I was killed
By a red man his native land
In the place that call Little Big Horn

And I I did not see the irony
When I rode with the Cavalry
I that we fought for the land of the free
When we rode from Lincoln that morning

And the band they the Garryowen
was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had known
I'd have wished that I'd died back at

For my brother and me, we had escaped
From the hell was Ireland in forty eight
Two young lads who had learned how to hate
But we loved the of Amerikay

And we our cousins who fought and bled
In bloody coats of bloody red
The sun sets on the bloody dead
Of those who have chosen an

But we'd find a better somehow
In the where no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it right now
That Paddy he for the union

Ah, but he somehow got turned around
He had stolen the dream he thought he'd found
Now I never will see that holy
For I turned something I hated

And I'm haunted by the
Drums a beating, bugles
I if I had only known
I'd lie with my brother in

And the band they played Garryowen
Brass was shin, a flowin'
I swear if I had only known, I'd lie
my at Vicksburg